He swam slowly, and caught hold of the boat with his wounded hand.

It slipped, and he sank back.
'Why don't you help him ?' cried Ursula sharply.
He came again, and Birkin leaned to help him in to the boat.

Gudrun again watched Gerald climb out of the water, but this time slowly, heavily, with the blind clambering motions of an amphibious beast, clumsy.

Again the moon shone with faint luminosity on his white wet figure, on the stooping back and the rounded loins.

But it looked defeated now, his body, it clambered and fell with slow clumsiness.